I can’t sleep. No matter how hard I try, I continuously toss and turn as the night drags on. My head is a whirlwind of thoughts, but I continuously come back to one in particular. Amina and Isabel. I couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow their conversation from earlier involved me. And maybe it was time to tell Grayson about everything.
Finally, I give up on trying to sleep. I toss the blankets aside and get up out of bed. I open the bedroom door and pop my head out, checking that the hall is clear. Quietly, I tip-toe down the hall to Grayson’s room until I stand in front of his door. I softly knock on the door and wait. I knock again, a little hard this time but still no answer.
Daringly, I turn the knob of his door and push it open. I step inside, making sure to shut the door behind
